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didn’t happen.
    I reach for my glasses and sit up in bed. The room is still dark. I always get up earlier than Ivy. I get up earlier than most people, actually. I’ve always been a morning girl.
    I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes, remembering my conversation with the head­mistress yesterday. There’s so much I don’t know, don’t understand. But those who know—like Lady Rose and Lady Jennica—would never talk to me about the headmistress. I have to figure out how to deal with her on my own.
    I walk to the bathroom, flip on the light, and scream.
    I shove my glasses onto my face, but I can’t see anything. Everything’s blurry, and my eyes hurt. I yank the glasses off and can see perfectly. But I’m not seeing perfectly, because the person in the mirror has bright blue eyes.
    And mine are brown. Boring, basic, blah brown.
    Bang , bang , bang . “Hal? You okay?”
    â€œHold on,” I say, my voice more panicked than I intend.
    I look back into the mirror. The blue eyes are still there. I lean closer. They aren’t just blue; they’re blue . I’ve never seen such a brilliant blue in my life.
    â€œHal,” Ivy says, “open up.”
    I look at the glasses in my hand and realize I don’t need them. I can see perfectly without them. For the first time since first grade, I can see perfectly. No glasses. No contacts.
    â€œYou’re scaring me. I’m going to get Miss A.”
    Ivy’s voice finally sinks in. I put a shaky hand on the bathroom door and turn the handle, prepare myself for her reaction.
    Before I open the door, I warn her. “Don’t freak out.”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œDon’t go crazy on me. Okay?”
    She shoves the door open, gets a good look at me, and then steps back. “What in Saffra’s name—”
    I hold up my glasses. “I don’t even need these. I can see, as clear as day.”
    â€œDid you do this? Cast some sort of spell on yourself? Did you dream about it?”
    â€œNo, no,” I say, shaking my head. “I just went to sleep like normal, woke up like normal, and then this.”
    â€œThis is like last year . . . ,” Ivy says, her voice trailing off.
    â€œI was thinking the same thing.”
    Last year Kendall attempted to put a spell on us that would make us the ugliest girls in the coven. Kendall has the gift of transformation. So do I, actually. It’s one of the gifts I inherited last year, and it’s how Kendall got the forked tongue.
    When Kendall and Zena put that spell on us, we woke up gorgeous. As in runway-ready rock-star stunning. And it stuck. We never changed back to our normal selves. Kendall was furious to learn she’s a white witch, which means she’s incapable of casting black magic spells, no matter how many times she tries.
    â€œThink she did this?” Ivy asks what I’m thinking.
    â€œHas to be,” I say. “Who else could it be?”
    Ivy leans closer to examine my eyes. “It’s like they’re lit or something. They’re so . . . bright.”
    â€œI’ve got an idea,” I say, grabbing her hand. I put on my robe and toss her her robe from the back of the bathroom door. “Put this on. We’re going to see Miss A.”
    At six in the morning Dowling is silent. But I know Miss A is up. I don’t think she sleeps a whole lot. We walk to the opposite end of the hallway, where Miss A’s room is. We tap on her door lightly, so as not to wake girls in other rooms. Especially not Kendall and Zena, who are directly across from her.
    She opens the door and stands proudly in a fluffy bright-pink-and-black-zebra-print robe. Rollers are tightly pinned all over her head. And her face is makeup free, which makes her look a lot different. So different, I probably wouldn’t recognize her walking down the street. But there’s something “real” about her like